Nicotine stained walls pleading
for a fresh splash of white wash.
Gutter full of decayed leaves and
the porch smells of earthen mold.
The bread knife rests upon the old
cutting board, loaves long since gone.
Walk on a dirt and dusty kitchen floor
dried dead mouse resting by the door.
The basement stairs squeak and moan
with each step while swaying mysteriously.
A voice is heard whispering in a low groan,
my heart beats faster, more dangerously.
Audacious shrills and rapturous chills
residing upon a noxious molded grin
on a pig iron and saffron form while
suspended between bristle cone rafters.
Find the outside door and climb the walk
past the root cellar and out to the tracks
hear the muffled footsteps gain and stalk.
Adventure fades away like that old shack.
© Ken Allan Dronsfield
Excerpt from the book “The Cellaring”
About the Author
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet and author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cats Merlin and Willa.
He is the co-editor of the poetry anthology titled, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze available at Amazon.com. His published work can be found in reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print.
Visit Ken’s Author Page At: www.ctupublishinggroup.com/ken-allan-dronsfield.html